A look, a gesture, a smile. A touch, a whisper, and for a while the mind begins to wander with questions and of simple suggestions of things that are yearned for by the heart.
His words, His thoughts, His lips As his hands caress her hips to pull her in closer within his spell for he knows he will not fail, to meet the yearning of her heart.
And as her body presses He feels the shape beneith her dresses which fills his heart with anticipation and builds within trepidation, that this moment will capture his heart.
The fire between the lovers Is nothing new they do discover. It was simply buried beneath their external cover. And when released revealed true lovers, which captured both their lonely hearts.
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
Again one of the 12 that night I sorta wrote quickly to place with a sculpture of a man and woman together... lifting up like fire.. neat.